*breaks my own heart from thinking too much*
(Source: notlindsay, via daisy-ring)
“I never thought a person could be “too much”. I always had worry about not being enough, but it never ever crossed my mind that I could ever be too much for a person. That was until I met you. I always thought I wasn’t enough but I think with you, I was too much. I felt things in intensity. When I loved, it wasn’t flowers and love letters but it was gardens and books filled with pages and pages of scribbled love notes that all smelt like roses. When I was happy it wasn’t smiles and upbeat songs, but it was screaming lyrics at the top of my lungs and laughing until I could barely breathe. and that all sounds like fun, and it was good in the beginning but the thing about feeling things too intensely is, the bad stuff hits so much harder. when I was sad, it wasn’t sad songs and eating 10 bowls of ice cream, it was not sleeping for days but not leaving my bed for days either, it was blood and blood and blood and hospital beds and gowns that were always too long for me. And anger wasn’t a couple missed calls and rolling eyes but it was holes in the walls and bloody knuckles. and I get why you fell in love with me, because I made everything good seem so much better, because you would give me flowers and I would turn them into gardens, because I radiated sunshine and I always was smiling a little too hard but you loved it anyways. but I also get why you couldn’t handle it anymore, because there wasn’t just good, there was bad and although I made the good so much better, I made the bad so much worse. I always felt a little too much, and you couldn’t handle that. Relationships are a balance of good and bad but I am so unbalanced, I would smile for days at a time and I would cry for weeks. I didn’t know how to live in between, I still don’t know how to live in between. I don’t know how to feel properly, everything always hits me too hard and sometimes that is good but sometimes its also bad. I’m still learning how to feel properly but emotions are like wild forest fires that can’t be tamed and I’ve made peace with mine. I wish you did too.”— on being too much
I think one of the hardest things is trying to remain a good person despite the way that people treat you. I forgive people and they hurt me again anyway, my kindness and soft nature get abused and thrown back in my face, people treat me like I’m worthless just because they know they can. I honestly try so hard to be helpful and kind toward people but in return I get backbitten, disrespected and treated like crap. It’s kinda breaking my heart
(Source: bakwaaas)
Concept: slow dancing in the kitchen on a summer night with all of the windows open and a soft breeze drifting throughout the house. You leave soft kisses on my left ear and I can’t stop smiling, this is all I could ever need
I want the cliche kisses in photo booths. And the candid photos of me when I’m not looking. I want the week long road trips with the widows down and my feet up on the dash. I want hands clenched tight when we’re intimate. I want shared showers the morning after. I want breakfast in nothing but oversized t-shirts. I want tv show marathons with extra buttery popcorn and makeout breaks during commercials. I want “I love you"s and “you’re beautiful"s and my name blended in curse words while you moan. I want time and promise and happiness and intimacy.
my circle so small i almost cut myself off
(via these-fading-scars)
"She doesn’t even have to try hard, she smiles and people fall in love."
- wzedd61
(via wnq-writers)
(Source: wnq-writers, via what-if-we-never-met)
